Pull up a Chair!

For a freelance writer and former English teacher, writing a blog is like pulling out grandma’s silver and, to hell with special occasions, deciding to use it everyday. All these shiny thoughts have been tarnishing in my brain for so long, it’s time to lay them out–breakfast, lunch, dinner–and put them to good use. Problem is, I can’t help but want to dab on a little silver polish and start rubbing. It’s hard to get that tarnish off. Rub. Rub. Rub.

Aw, but that’s not the idea of a weblog. It’s supposed to be off-the-cuff, fresh, unpolished. A story about this month’s date night with the dreadfully charming Mr. Right. The fiasco of trying to set up my single friends undetected. Reflections on yesterday’s Girlfriend Green Lake walk (if, rollerblading past us, you only heard “cross-eyed breasts,” this will provide the rest of the story).

Now, don’t be shy. You’re invited, too, because blogging is like sitting down to a five-course meal with friends. It’s a conversation, not a diatribe (though I reserve the right). So grab a glass of wine, pull up a chair, and, as we taste the various dishes, add your comments to the mix.